Tears streaming down her face, Fu Xiaotang looked at Song Li, enunciating each word, “I can never be a mother again, because of what happened to me when I was young, the doctors said I can never be a mother again… Song Li, do you know why I desperately wanted the baby even when I knew you were plotting against me? Because I thought he was ours, a continuation of our bloodline, from then on, I would truly be yours, completely. A part of us would be fused together, forever. But when you said those words to me, do you want me to repeat them?”
Fu Xiaotang had completely calmed down, having laid bare the most painful part of her life. “So, Song Li, don’t waste your efforts anymore. I will never return to you.” Song Li was utterly stunned, and even Song Li’s mother and Cheng Yu stood motionless. Song Li felt waves of sharp pain like silk cocoons wrapping around him, suffocating him. But worse than this pain was the deep despair, realizing only now the abyss he had personally pushed Tang Xiaofu into. He was reaping what he had sown; he was in pain, but thinking of how Tang Xiaofu must have felt a hundred times worse than he did now, he wished he could kill himself.
Volume Two: Dancing Girl, Chapter Seventy: The Feast Has No Good Feast (Part One)
